Poems by Anonymous
With My Swag All On My Shoulder
... We steered our course for Geelong town, ...
Ole Wirginny
... Was nott'in' more dan de niggas from anoder plantation ...
The Sun's Last Ray
... The camps of the clouds in the heavens were shining with evening fires, many-colored, ...
Another Fall of Rain
... And we'll block the classer's table by the way we'll put them through, ...
The Stockman
... With the flash of their tameless eye, my boys, ...
When the French Band Plays
... That, though tongues and ways may vary, we've found brothers over here, ...
Farewell To Brother Jonathan
... And preferred British gold to the Stripes and the Stars! ...
City Contrasts
... For the other the flags at half-mast droop, ...
The Weaver
... The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand ...
Bourke's Dream
... And found myself an exile, and 'twas all but a dream ...
The Dying Soldier
... Youll shed an old friend's tear, Dick Dale, ...
The Ghost of Goshen
... Were a pumpkin, a gourd, and some gravel stones, ...
A Soldier's Dream
... As I sprang to the threshold and clasped her dear waist ...
Eulogy for a veteran
... I am the soft stars that shine at night ...
Christmas 1864
... His stores are scant, his servants scattered ...
